Regis 66

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Regis 66 for an oil change, he noticed something strange. The usual hum of machinery gave way to a low, rhythmic thrumming sound—like distant drums or maybe an old-timey music box. Curious, he got out and followed the noise into the workshop. As he peered inside, he saw an old mechanic tinkering with an ancient-looking engine. The man didn’t seem to notice him until he cleared his throat. ‘Just finishing up,’ said the mechanic without turning around. ‘This baby’s been singing the same tune since I was a kid.’ The delivery driver smiled and walked away, thinking it was just another quirky story from Regis 66—until he heard the engine humming along to the exact rhythm of the local marching band practicing down the street.

2. One morning, while waiting for his car to be fixed, a regular muttered under his breath, ‘I bet they fix cars here faster than they deliver coffee!’ Before he could finish his sentence, a fresh cup appeared on his table. Before he could blink, another neighbor walked in with a donut and whispered, ‘And your oil change is ready too.’ The regular shook his head, smiling, as he took a sip of his mystery coffee—maybe it was magic after all.

3. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled into Regis 66 for routine maintenance. As he waited, the garage door opened with a peculiar whine—a sound like an old record player skipping over scratched vinyl. Suddenly, a gruff voice from behind said, ‘Hey, you’re blocking my light!’ Turning around, the driver saw an old mechanic wiping grease off his hands. The delivery man sheepishly moved aside, and as he did, noticed a neon sign above reading ‘Regis 66 – Open Since Midnight.’ The next morning, everyone in town joked that maybe it was time for him to get some sleep.’

4. One day, a delivery driver pulled into Regis 66 for routine maintenance and noticed something odd on the workshop counter—a tiny pair of overalls with a note that read, ‘For the mechanic who fixes my car like magic.’ The delivery driver took the overalls home as a joke, only to discover they fit his young son perfectly. From then on, whenever anything went wrong with their cars, they’d leave those little overalls behind, along with a smile and a wave. And every time, someone at Regis 66 would fix it—like magic.